Steffi is much more extroverted than the male me. And I just never know when she'll pop out and start talking.
Like Monday at the bank. I just went to cash a check inside the bank. As the GG teller is counting out my cash, I can't help but see her elaborately painted nails. So ...
"Steffi": I almost couldn't concentrate on the money you were counting out because I was distracted by you beautiful nails. Note: They were red, blue and silver.
Teller: I panted them for Veterans Day.
Steffi: Did you do them yourself?
Teller: Yes. I went to Art School in New Jersey.
Steffi: It's great that you got something out of art school. Where in New Jersey? I used to live there.
Blah, blah, blah ...
I practically had to grab Steffi by the throat to keep her from asking the teller if she [the teller] could do my nails sometime.